Tattered soul

Every heart beat To me is agony As well as the seconds in between With every kick, Every punch, Every harsh word My soul bleeds My soul already Has so much despair I think the last time It walked God’s green Earth It was returned In tatters I am young Yet I have depression I am almost certain My soul was brought back Damaged beyond repair Because my eternal pain Was supposed to go away

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